dedicated to my first love
-
when the fragmented cobwebs
erase your sight
and the peels of your elusive skin
become withered-
crumpled like the messy paper of discarded love notes-
remember i loved you so ferociously.
my knife was your ally
a companion on those starless nights
where light could never permeate your tough membrane
and my swords were the penmanship
of love poetry written in curtains of blood.
we were twin flames
for a temporary moment in human history;
the firestarters on the beach
of flint and firestone.
- ©️ Mars Saturnia
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Gunpowder Blues
Poetryheartfelt poetry written for people by a very broken woman indeed. #1 in poetry July 23rd 2024 [lowercase intended]